Poem – Drifting (By Melissa Mendelson)
Drifting Like a violent storm that rages outside and smashes my walls with its power is how I feel when my world grows dark, and I release my fury to salvage the remains.
Read moreDrifting Like a violent storm that rages outside and smashes my walls with its power is how I feel when my world grows dark, and I release my fury to salvage the remains.
Read moreImpact Christmas time and stores are selling, selling, shoppers are buying, buying in desperate stampedes to get there first, get what they desire at any cost, regardless of effects on the deprived.
Read moreWINTER’S REPRISE (By Joseph Cavera) I see ways gray days of frost form within I see the expressions of people worn thin I see the frozen flakes fall coldly slow I see the winter winds seep and rise I see them waltz and meander like fireflies I see chilled places of wintry graces I see crystalline caps further from […]
Read moreSame Preparation Lord feels like I am caught in a trap Just there for somebody to see Lusting I know is wrong I do not want somebody to see All I see in them Your great sons and great daughters I seek the same God as they do Forgive me that I touch not Those things Ungiven to me […]
Read moreUntitled In a chow hall In a prison Hangs a painting dressing the back wall Of wilderness facade A lake to brood upon its frown Promising freedom with pale-crowned mountains Creeping land and dismal clouds Mocking me…feeding hope (one would think) But I see only imprisonment of […]
Read moreEver River Prime time, swallowed whole Could the universe, just once Have poured itself into a molecule So that, thereafter, Nothing could flow? Never to suckle a broken circuit For sparking life; Never split by caesarean pangs Of primal punctures. Black hole never thinned to liquid Boiling mud foundation pustules Turning all to gas. All words now […]
Read moreMORNING GLORY (By Joseph Cavera) Ever since she raised her hand And let her voice be known We’ve all been bowed to understand The altruism she has shown Now in the days she woke too soon, And in the nights too late, But in the morns I could never relate How she’d make us swoon And on […]
Read moreTangled Drawing the cross slices tramline nuggets, Sizing out torture’s cavity, Wrenching the hopeful – slashes, threads all. The anchor is split, tossed on a shroud, The elements burgeoning right. The chain is rusted, marking starfish, Shakes in a ticking melody. Calipers rented, mayhem dented, Cholesterol’s bulb fouls the maggots away; All pupae are gelled, numb triplets they […]
Read moreCERTIFIED WorldNetDailyExclusive — http://www.wnd.com/2011/04/292717/ “A Tale of Two Birth Certificates” That Obama’s birth certificate lists a registrar that appears remarkably like a forger’s signature joke on the word “ukulele” is not the only peculiarity observed in comparing the president’s record with other long-form Hawaiian birth certificates that have been fully authenticated. Toto, I’ve a feeling […]
Read moreD CIDE Sorrow and shock has claimed our world as burning fires of revenge pour out from the ones, who gather around the tv to see our enemies dance and cheer while a coldness settles over us and a temptation to destroy to fill the void before the emptiness consumes us all, but questions still linger in the rattled […]
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